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Oh no Yeah, yeah That shawty wanna come around, but I can never let her Look up at my wrist and I remember last December When you turn your back, they gonna change up like the weather Fighting the horizon, I can never, ever let up Let the drugs talk (Talk), Gucci wristwatch (What?) And my eyes low (Low), hit the moonwalk (What?) Let the drugs talk (Talk), Gucci wristwatch (What?) And my eyes low (Low), hit the moonwalk Ayy, I ain't met a nigga yet, yeah Ayy, yeah, fucking with the set, huh Ayy, fifty thousand on my neck, huh Ayy, she suck it 'til she out of breath Ayy, moonwalk on these bitches like my name was Michael Jackson Diamonds, ayy, dancing, ayy, and my pants sagging Too much money and I need more pockets, I can't fill 'em Pussy niggas, I can't feel 'em, she ain't met a nigga realer That shawty wanna come around, but I can never let her Look up at my wrist and I remember last December When you turn your back, they gonna change up like the weather Fighting the horizon, I can never, ever let up Let the drugs talk (Talk), Gucci wristwatch (What?) And my eyes low (Low), hit the moonwalk (What?) Let the drugs talk (Talk), Gucci wristwatch (What?) And my eyes low (Low), hit the moonwalk From Letras Mania